To the drum of the insane

Whisper.
Whisper your spells into the night.
Move through the leaves, and through the cold.
Move through the whispers you have made.

Dance.
Dance on the music the night has made.  
Dance, clothed with the sky, through the night
And move to the beat of the drums of the insane

Stop. Wait and Listen. The creatures of the dark too are making their own additions to the song of night.

Only the dusk will tell the tale of night to the coming day.
Maybe the day too will carry on the rhythm.

Break of dawn.

You're still dancing to the sound of the wind on the leaves
then, another noise makes it way
The sound of the chirping birds stomps the crickets away

Alas !

A song the universe can sing !
Let us dance and hold hands with it!

What a joy this new song is that it both carries on the melody of night,
cleanses my mind, and fills it with a new rhythm.  

The life of the simpleton fades away, I am no longer man, or woman, or being of humankind

I am a force of nature dancing with its beat, dancing to its rhythm.
I now understand the faces of the gods of old.

I am one of those forces and faces, because now, I beat to the drum of the insane.

Join me mankind, into this beat.
Whisper your spells into the night, move through the leaves, through the warmth, through the cold, through the prayers of prophets old, and DANCE !

Dance to the music the day and night has made, dance, clothed with sky, insane 

 And join the universal chorus

Put down the car keys, the papers, the pens

Put down the worries, your sorrows, and then

Clothe yourself with sky...
And then....